Kreative Kue 217 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
John W Howell is the author of the John Cannon trilogy of My GRL, His Revenge, Our Justice and Circumstances of Childhood, co-author of The Contract, and blogs at Fiction Favorites.
“Mmm mafmum dros emufff.”
“I said I think I’ve had enough.”
“Aw come on. You like my omelet.”
“Yes, but I have had an omelet every meal for the past five weeks.”
“Yes and look at you. A big bird.”
“I know, and I’m thankful for your care.”
“Yeah, you were a mess. You were naked and cold on the ground.”
“I don’t know how I got there. I can’t imagine my mama tossing me out.”
“Sometimes when there are a lot of hatchlings the nest gets crowded. A couple of toss and turns and there you are.”
“S’wonder I didn’t break my neck.”
“I couldn’t put you back in the nest. It was too high. Anyway, you are healthy now.”
“I would say so. You have done a nice job.”
“Aw. Thanks. So back to the omelet.”
“Well, I know you try to avoid meat. I, on the other hand, need meat.”
“Meat? What are you talking about?”
“Oh, I don’t know. A stray worm, cricket, or spider would go well.”
“OMG. The thought makes me gag.”
“Yeah and the thought makes me dream of sinking my beak into one of those wiggly ones.”
“I guess I could go into the garden and try to find a worm. Would that be okay?”
“It would be heaven. One more thing.”
“A nice Chianti and some fava beans would go well with that.”
“I named you Hannibal, but you don’t have to get carried away.”
“It was fun though, wasn’t it? Clarice”
My effort was
If I was at home wiv me mum
She’d put insects and worms in me tum
But what I’ve got here
I ain’t got no idea
If you ask me, it’s all a bit rum.
Trust me to fall out of the nest
You’d think I’d have stuck wiv wot’s best
But I fell in the grass
Got a bruise on me ***
And you can imagine the rest
As if that pain wasn’t enough
I heard a small dog going, “Ruff!”
I wound up in its mouth,
It was all going south
Till a man picked him up by the scruff.
He looked at the dog and said, “Drop,”
I fell on the ground with a plop
To save me more hustle
With his flippin’ Jack Russell
He wrapped me up snug in his top.
I suppose you could say it’s absurd
To feed doggy food to a bird,
But this clever old bloke
Gave it first a good soak
(Though it’s still not wot I’d have preferred).
The result of the story, you see
Is it turned out to be good for me
I stayed a bit longer,
Got bigger and stronger,
And when fit enough, was set free!
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at email@example.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.